10.Story

So
I guess that's just how the story goes

So
I guess that's just how the story goes

Money Verse

music and everything around me
Streets
that I was raised on,
livin' on
I came from the streets
Was raised by the streets
That's why I give love for the streets
My neighborhoods thugs
representing by throwing em up
Break it down and roll it up,
smokin' blunts all night
Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight
Detroit playas too advanced for them
We buyin' out the bar, we don't dance with them
My flows
dope
See me
in the streets
You wanna be
a thug
Wanna know about us
It about trust
In God we trust
And They see
me
spending money
So grab a mic and lemme
see
Everybody
party
I was gettin' my groove on, big straight pimpin'
Bud Light sippin'
The whole crew be representin'

So
I guess that's just how the story goes

So
I guess that's just how the story goes

Power Verse

Sippin vodka, Henny,
rum, and whiskey
yeah We
got everything we
need,
fruit of thoughts
Money making millionaires that were street smart
Pour me a drink, time to get drunk
Roll that blunt
I know you wannabe a warrior
I know you wanna be a souja
Hanging
Out At the club I'm sippin'
I miss it
We always used to kick it
You know my crew always gettin' lit
I was too busy with the music
Late nights in the booth
I stay with my crew
Drunk
sipping champagne
Tell the homies roll the blunt up
I ride up
I rise up
I got some drink up
in my system, yeah
Music bumpin' out the system,
Man last night
I was too lit, yeah
Mixin' Vodka with that ice,
What you see
Yea that's all that you know
I'm on the road
But I'm still ridin' slow
Homie,In da ghetto
Living facts, that's the code,

So
I guess that's just how the story goes

So
I guess that's just how the story goes

Respect Verse

Yo
I hit the studio
Call the homies
throw a party
Ballin like I'm Kobe
I see
you got that new Mercedes
I might let you drive me
crazy
You look like somebody
that could really
hold it down
You look like somebody that would always stick around
Liquor Sipping
and bumping
the same song
If I sipping on it, it's a strong one
in the club,
they got their hands up
But we
strongly believe
And now my tracks gettin' played up
in the club
Respect to Bob Marley
The greatest Is Muhammad Ali
Ghetto Soldiers
These words comin out the speakers
We playaz

So
I guess that's just how the story goes

So
I guess that's just how the story goes